Click!

Before Harry and Hermione could react, the motorcycle swooped down thirty feet above the ground and slammed into the ground, with the sound of tooth-aching metal bending and the sound of trees breaking, Ron and Malfoy were thrown straight away, and their bodies disappeared into a small col.

Hermione had been tugging at Sirius's robe tightly, and when she landed, with Sirius as a meat pad, she wasn't hurt that much.

However, the strong momentum caused Hermione to roll on the ground several times, and finally, her head slammed into a bare rock, and after a muffled grunt, she was silent.

Harry was the least injured of all, thanks to the fact that he was a good Seeker, a dive at a similar angle was nothing to Harry, and he was good at defending himself from such accidents.

The moment the front of the car collided with the earth, Harry pounced with his strength, adjusting his stance in mid-air, his arms covering his head to clump himself together, and it took him five or six laps to roll on the ground covered with fallen leaves before he could regain control of his body.

Harry's face was buried in the cold, rancid leaves, his hair was covered in mud and grass clippings, his robes were scattered by the scattered branches on the ground, and the tiredness that came up from his mind was used as a medium by darkness, and wave after wave of his consciousness was blasted into his consciousness, and Harry wished he could faint if he could, but Hermione and Ron. And Sirius's safety kept him from resting.

Not!

Harry gritted his teeth, his arms propped himself up on his knees, the ache on his body blurred his consciousness for a few seconds, until the warmth of his nose moistened his parched lips and felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth, and Harry regained consciousness.

Looking around, Ron and Malfoy no longer knew where they had gone, and Harry found Malfoy's lost Light Wheel 2001 on the col.

The front of the motorcycle was separated from the body, the front of the car was embedded in the earth, and the heavy body was pressing on Sirius's chest, and with the dimmer moonlight, Harry noticed that Sirius's chest cavity was dented, and the ribs must have been broken, but I don't know how many were broken.

"Hermione--"

Harry grunted weakly, he tried to stand up a few times, but his body and mind were no longer able to support him to do so, so he had to use his limbs together and crawl to get close to Hermione.

Hermione's forehead was bruised, and a trickle of blood was flowing from the breach where it touched the stone, and Harry was dazed and tried to wipe the blood from Hermione's face with his sleeve, but his sleeve was already wet, and Hermione could only be covered with blood.

At this moment, Harry suddenly felt the urge to give up, and he stared at Hermione, who was lying in his arms, her face was like gold paper, and only mechanically repeated the action of wiping.

To be honest, Harry had encountered a lot of setbacks before, whether it was the years he lived in the Dursley family or the pressures he faced after entering Hogwarts, which ordinary young wizards could not have imagined, and now, the experience of the past hour or two and the situation he is facing now, Harry feels deeply powerless.

Suddenly, Harry's vision was hazy and he felt silence all around him, as if he had suddenly lost his hearing and the world was silent.

Every breath that came out of the air left a clear white mark, and the indescribable coldness seemed to freeze even the blood and soul, and the despair brewing in the bottom of the heart stirred like a volcanic eruption.

Harry saw them, Dementors, at least a few dozen, like black clouds, falling from the tall canopy and hovering above Sirius's head.

"Don't-"

Harry trembled and shook his wand at the excited Dementors, making a faint noise,

"Don't hurt him, he's innocent."

Harry said in a pleading voice.

None of the Dementors cared about Harry's pleas, they circled around Sirius's head, and after two minutes, they finally determined that it was Sirius Black who had escaped from under their noses!

"Calling the Divine Guard."

Harry struggled to read, but the tip of his staff didn't change in the slightest, and even the hazy silver mist that had appeared when he had first practiced with Professor Lupin with the Patronus.

Think of something to be happy about --

Harry said to himself, desperately trying to turn his numb brain - Sirius was innocent, his mom and dad didn't believe the wrong man, their best friend was innocent-

Calling the Gods Guardian –

This time, the wand finally reacted, and a few wisps of smoky silver mist drifted towards the Dementors, but in front of this number of Dementors, such a weak Patronus could not do anything at all, and it could not even dispel the cold that this group of monsters brought him.

The Patronus Harry summoned was faint, but it still annoyed the Dementors, and their attention was briefly diverted from Sirius and placed on Harry.

"Calling the Gods--"

Harry's heart was wrapped in great despair, but he couldn't give up, because there was no one but him to protect Sirius.

He thought back to the firebolt, and now it seemed that Hermione's guess might well be right, it was a Christmas gift from Sirius, who had fought with the werewolves almost to protect him with his life, and the warmth made Harry's Patronus a little stronger.

In the nebula-like silver mist, a shapeless stag appeared, stumbling towards the group of Dementors, trying to drive them away, but several Dementors stopped it, and the stag quickly reverted to a state of silver mist in the confrontation with the Dementors.

Harry left Hermione's side, he was driven by instinct to crawl towards Sirius, his magic could not protect him, so he used his body, just like Sirius had kept him under him. If the Dementors had any memory of Professor Blaine's punishment, they would probably refrain from doing so.

However, Harry was wrong about the Dementors.

A pair of large, strong, cold, sticky hands suddenly grabbed Harry's neck, lifting his face upwards. He could feel the foul breath spraying on his face. It wants to get out of the way first. Harry thought wearily as he listened to his mother cry in his ear.

Airplanes!

In the thick black fog that was about to engulf him, in a blur, Harry suddenly saw a silver light getting brighter and brighter. Then, too, he threw himself on the cold, prickly ground.

It was as if the moon had suddenly appeared in the treetops, and the shining silver light rushed in, forcing the darkness away from Harry's side inch by inch, and at the same time, despair and coldness receded.

Something drove the Dementors back.

Harry realized this, and he looked up with all his might, and saw an agile animal in the air as fast as lightning, driving the Dementors in all directions until they disappeared into the night.

The animal leaped and landed on the ground, passing through the woods beside Harry, and finally came to rest behind a strangely shaped, crooked-necked tree, which was bright and unicorn-like. Harry struggled to stay awake to see who the figure was as it greeted. This man looks familiar. But it can't be.

The figure and the animal vanished, and Harry knelt motionless in the darkness, on the verge of his limit, but he didn't dare faint for fear the Dementors would kill him.

Maybe only a few minutes had passed, maybe hours had passed, but Harry had remained in the same position as a sculpture, and what little sanity he had left was on trying to understand why the man who had just summoned the animal was there.

"Harry!"

In the direction of Hogwarts, there was a sudden angry call from outside the woods, and when he heard this sound, the corners of Harry's mouth moved slightly, his eyelids instantly drooped, and the whole person slammed to the ground.

He was safe, and Dumbledore was back

(End of chapter)